chapter 24: a poem

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journal entry: harry's POV

"such a small world
with such big expectations.
stomach pains and bloody wrists
they count on me living through this.
hollow feelings smear black tar on my heart
how can i end it if i don't have a start?

he smells like the cure
endless butterflies i have to endure
to feel like i finally have the voices blurred."
-H.S.

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